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YOUR KISSES ARE TELLING ME SOMETHING

ERWIN X FEM!READER, ERWIN X YOU, NO Y/N

TAGS AND WARNINGS: explicit sexual content, established relationship, alternate universe - whether it's the canon world or not the choice is yours, fluff (°ー°〃), porn what plot/porn without plot (with feelings though), teasing, orgasm delay, vaginal fingering & penetration, nipple licking, oral sex, multiple positions, creampie | AO3

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A ragged yet relieved exhale came out of you as soon as Erwin laid you down on the bed, his body hovering above you. At first glance, you’d think he's unreachable this way—as if you have no choice but to follow him, be under him, do as he says—but as your eyes turned to his face and the sweet smile plastered on his lips, you were quickly grounded. Perhaps this was one of the unlearned habits when you were still new to this relationship. Erwin is someone to look at from afar and that alone would be enough. You’re so used to doing so, after all. Now, however, you’ve got all the choices laid out for you to choose every day. No one's under each other; both of you are down below the heavy pile of affection you've garnered from all those years. Bound together beyond connection no one can ever reach.

Erwin slid his hands down the sides of your head fondly. "Your kisses from earlier are telling me something, love."

"Does it?"

He hummed in concurrence. "Can you say it out loud instead? Kisses can't do all the talking, you know?"

No shit, it really won't and you're a moment away from erupting. "We haven't done it for a week now," then headily cupped his cheek with a tone dead serious.

He let out a strained chuckle and emphasized, "A week." You've been together for years now and yet at this very moment, you're still writhing and whining under him because he hadn't touched you deeply for the last seven days.

"I've been so riled up recently," you tried clamping your legs tight to minimize the tingling but Erwin's too sharp to miss that. He swiftly opened it again by sliding a knee between your legs. You immediately humped your clothed core on it out of desperation. Erwin let out a pleased hum, encouraging you so. "I always wake up hot and needy and fuck—I thought hugs and kisses would suffice." Lips half-opened as you bucked on him rhythmically, Erwin wasn't able to hold back then. He quickly went for a steamy kiss yet again and slipped his tongue in just as you let him.

"What riled my sweet girl up?" He teasingly muttered in between kisses.

Heck, you’re not sure if you’re supposed to be embarrassed or aroused by that. Despite getting shameless in between hot sessions, you're really not the one initiating intimacies. You tend to get along with Erwin's mood because he’s always been so smooth about it. When both of you are bound to rest at the end of the day, you share chaste kisses that he could just hike up a bit, and then you're off to bed to make love. It's on rare occasions that you're the one to increase the intensity of your make-outs, hence Erwin is currently riled up way harder than he usually is.

"My calendar," you whispered in shame then continued sucking on his lower lip.

"Do tell more."

"Please, you know it. I could seriously die right now."

"No, lovely. I'll give you what you need just before that happens." You wondered if he really wanted an answer, though, since he deepened the kiss. But he hummed to urge you; played his fingers on your thigh, inner and inner, but not going all the way to tease you more.

"Fuck, Erwin," you withdrew from the kiss abruptly. "My hormones are roaring. I'm on that day of the month. I know you don't like it when I say fuck me because you prefer making love, but you could seriously plow your cock in me right now and I would cum immediately." You don't know if it’s the heat in your body or the annoyance, maybe the embarrassment, the yearning or—whatever, you can come back at him later on after your release.

And oh, your bluntness whenever your patience runs dry, he’s living for it. Channeling his composure despite urges to just give in to whatever his pretty lady wants, he slowly glided his lips towards your ear. He gave it a chaste peck and whispered, "Is that why you're easily flustered whenever I play with your thighs?" He nibbled on the lobe then landed wet kisses down your neck. "Is that why you keep on taking a bath longer than usual only to come out of it lidded and flushed, hm?"

This man is a fucking bastard. He knew it all along.

You're already well aware of how much of a sucker Erwin is for teasing but you just have no idea how he could last for days despite knowing that you want him so badly. "Do you not like me anymore? Is that why you can keep up that long?"

"No," this time, he tried to hide his smile albeit the tip of his lip still curled up. "Seeing you so desperate for me and trying to hide it even if you already know better," he reached for your hand and kissed your knuckles. A smug smile clicked. "I am so obsessed with it, so bad. You have no idea.”

You’re supposed to reprimand him for that and keep up with his mocking until he ends up being a flustered mess. But god, oh god, you're so aroused at him telling you how pathetically in love he is with such a sultry voice. You almost feel like you could get by with that alone.

And so you let him win, the heat between your legs transcending your pride in teasing. "Do something about it, then," you whined in a plea. "You're the only one who could."

An annoying glint of pride laced more evidently on his features, one he pulls out whenever he's reminded of his effect on you. "Yeah? Only I could?"

“Would you prefer it if someone else could—” he cut you off by pulling you up to sit and then abruptly removing your top, lack of patience evident in how he threw it wherever.

"Say that again." Erwin husked as he pushed you down the bed.

"For god’s sake, do me now.” Frustrated, you searched all over his face for reactions, nothing but hope that he’d finally give you what you very much needed. "Please? You're the only one who could."

"Heh," he smugly let out. "Only I could."

That's pretty much all of it. You just have to remind him from time to time that you're his—completely his—and then he's wrapped around your pretty little fingers again, willing to give you everything he has if not more. He’s quite thankful you haven’t completely discovered how bad you’re holding his sanity or else he’ll be the one writhing under you instead.

It might not be too bad, though, Erwin thought to himself.

He chuckled silently and caressed your body languidly. When he placed your hand on his cheek, you felt more of his warmth—how lidded his eyes are, how the blush accentuates his white skin. As Erwin finished establishing that he is as riled up as you are, he finally slipped his fingers inside your underwear all the while examining your face; no way he’d let any intricate details slip through his vision. He let out a pleased smile when you started playing on your tit.

"Why are you being so gentle?" You reached for his other hand to put it on your mound as well.

“Oh, you want me hard?”

You nodded, “You can do me however you want right now.”

He chuckled. “You need to be sure about that, honey.”

Of course, you know that well. Wishing such a thing would guarantee you blacking out afterward. Still resolute with the request, you grind your clit on his fingers. “Please. You ignored me for days. Make up for it.”

No more words were needed as he finally acquiesced to your needs. Fingers alternate between pumping and scissoring inside, then sliding and playing on your clit. He abruptly got faster as soon as he latched his mouth on your sensitive mound.

“Hear that?” He mused at the slicking sounds below you then swirled his tongue on your breast again. “I really riled you up so bad, hadn't I?” Indeed, you’re too sensitive right now. He just started working on you and yet you’re about to succumb to the pleasure. Erwin was beyond amused by your responsiveness—arched back, ragged hums, and begging eyes.

“You—you're being bad to me—” he cut your banter off by quickening the rhythm of his fingers. The statement was punctuated with your gasp instead.

“Bad?” He curled it inside, let it out, and pushed it in continuously—nearing merciless, even. “Am I doing you bad right now?” You’re unable to mutter a swift response and Erwin wouldn't take that hence he grips your face, devilish glint laced in his smirk. “Answer me. Am I doing you bad, darling?” He went down again to alternatingly latch his lips on both of your nipples.

“No!” You breathed. “I-I'm sorry. You’re doing so well.”

“Right?” He sneered. As he noticed you clenching at his fingers, he added, “You’re about to cum, aren’t you?”

You nodded. He went back to your lips then; harshly rolled your tongues over each other which you hardly returned as your mouth's just gaping open at the sensation. You showered your tit with attention again then the pleas of your impending release heightened.

Until he stopped.

He fucking stopped.

You don’t even need to ask why. The mischievous smile as he sat on his knees answered everything. He removed his clothes until he lay bare before you but instead of getting back to his work, he pulled you up to sit again.

“Do me however you want, you say?” He quoted teasingly, caressed your head, and ushered you down his protuberance. “Be a good girl for me, then.”

Oh.

Yes, the delayed release caused a little pain in your lower stomach but the way he spoke so sultrily transcended every frustration. You hurriedly followed him as he guided you, then gripped your hair when you engulfed him in wet heat. After covering him with your slick, you withdrew a bit and used your hand to expose the head. His hum was followed by a weak chuckle after you dipped your tongue into the slit and brought him back into your mouth. Both of his hands on your head this time and not long after, Erwin started bobbing your head up and forward and backward—gently, of course, until you urged him to go harder by humming.

“You really are eager for this,” he snickered. You turned your eyes up at him in response and the way they were flushed with tears widened the curl on his lip. “Are you mad I cut your release off?”

You shook your head no. The agenda has shifted, after all. You can’t wait to reap the rewards of your hard work by having him spurt all over your face if he ever gives you the chance to. He hummed, satisfied with your response, then motioned your head in tandem with his hips; muscles taut as he gagged you from time to time. You’re thriving right now. Your sweet man is finally out of his restraints. When you realize he’s nearing his release, you didn’t waste the chance to hollow your cheeks more and put your hands to good use.

But then he abruptly grasped your head up to savor your swollen lips for his own. It’s needless to say that you’re beyond surprised. His hard hold on your body tells how the delay affected him as well.

“Why?” You asked as you were confused but he didn’t answer, only his lust-lidded face about to lose control. He turned you around and pushed you back to bed, your chest on the mattress.

“Up,” he commanded with a tap on your thigh. The tone is serious, completely so, and oh you love it. You shoved your head down the pillow with a smile and set yourself on your knees; slightly swirling your hips to urge him. The curl on your lips was quickly replaced with a gasp though, as he grabbed both of your hands, put them behind your back, and used them to piston inside without warning.

Your head getting off the pillows reverberated the moans more and the slicking—too sinful sounds—jived in smoothly. Not long after, Erwin released your hands to grab your shoulders towards him, his chiseled chest glued to your back, then pressed on your lower stomach.

“Goodness, can you feel that?" He husked. "I'm all the way up here."

The tingling pressure of him ravaging your insides and his hand pressing on it definitely ignited a spark inside. You really are about to cum and if he won’t grant your release, you might lose your head.

“Oh god, oh yes,” you murmured as you reached out a hand to grab his head. You turned sidewards and met his lips. “I’m about to—about to—”

“Yeah, darling.” He whispered with a smile. “You close, hm?”

“Please, if you cut me off again I—” fuck, he just did. He stopped and removed himself from you again. “Erwin!”

He laughed; you released a genuinely annoyed huff. Turning you to face him and ushering you on the bed again, he says, “Sorry. Want to see your face as we cum.” He sounds like he meant what he said, though. Erwin gently raised your legs up and thrust again, folding your knees onto you with a long kiss—one that was barely maintained because both of you turned into a panting mess. The ache between your thighs formed and heat crippled under Erwin's skin; all of it signaled both your climax coming hard.

“W-where do you,” he husked, “want—”

“Inside!” You choked on your whimpers. “I won’t—mhm—waste a drip!”

“Yeah?” Erwin cut himself off with a hitched breath as he finally hit his peak, muscles tense as he spurted his release just as you wished. “Then take all of—fuck yes, so good.” he buried his head in your neck and moaned.

You felt his girth twitch, how he stayed still as he flooded your insides. It’s warm, very much so. He stuffed you so full that it induced a mind-shattering release from you. And despite his high, he still managed to flick his fingers on your clit to push you over the edge sweetly.

“There you go,” he stuttered, still struggling to get down from the waves of his pleasure. “Come on, with me. You can do more for me." Shockwaves finally overtook you then; walls spasmed around him so hard that it exuded another grunt. Your sounds enveloped the warm room.

The moans turned into pants, pants turned into sighs, and Erwin ended it with a chuckle. As the waves ebb, you look him in the eye. The beam plastered on his face returned. Your heart swelled yet again and so you cupped his cheek to give his sweet smile a chaste kiss. Your habit of perceiving him as someone afar from you finally dissolved with his endearing gaze.

“You evil man,” you released another sigh. There’s no point bantering about how dirty he did you with your release as you’re about to drift away to sleep. “Let’s clean up.”

“Huh? Why?” He slowly removed himself from you but plugged his fingers inside to keep his seed from dripping.

“Why?” You scoffed at his remark. “Are we going to sleep this messily?”

“Sleep? But we’re far from done.” He chuckled as he brought your knees on top of his shoulders. "My pretty darling wants me to make up for it however I can, after all."

MORE OF SWEET SUBTLETIES: AN EPISODIC SERIES

this is a byproduct of my stress because the sem just started. i have tons of papers to read and plenty of stuff to do but decided to write this instead because my head is about to explode. it rather be this than an angry fanfic where erwin dies along with everyone else.

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riewritten · 2 years

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PROLOGUE

WORKING TITLE: STUCK — DIRECTORY

ERWIN X FEM!READER, ERWIN X YOU, NO Y/N | modern & college AU, parallel uni, eventual romance & smut, crack treated seriously, literal reader-insert lol, typical isekai plot but come on!

SUMMARY: All the fictional characters you consume and know of seem to exist in one time and space. Unfortunately for you, you suddenly woke up in that world out of the blue. It is until your encounter with a disturbingly curious character that you realized you could still have your way out. Oh, what could go wrong? AO3 | FANFICTION

WORDS: 1k

Oh, what a nice dream.

You smiled and slouched on the small bed of someone you don't know, a tub of ice cream on the bedside table—one you bought out of curiosity in a convenience store in some unknown world, with clothes that unnervingly suit you despite not being yours.

You closed your eyes and tried to sleep. Oh, what could go wrong? It wasn't the first time you desired to be transported to a world that's not your own. It must be your subconscious showing you stuff in your favor. You smiled again—ah, it feels good. I hope I'll have this once in a while.

It was when three days passed that you realized the horrifying disposition you were in. You barged into the closet of this unknown apartment owner, saw the documents and belongings, among other things, and saw yourself in it. Same name, same face, different background: no family left alive, a college student juggling from job to job (crap, the convenience store where you bought the ice cream was apparently your workplace), no close friends, and there was a list of contact information of other characters you consumed as of recent.

You slapped yourself hard, blinked twice, then read the paper again, scrutinized the ID picture plastered on the paper, took a look at the vanity mirror just behind you, and uttered in horror, "Crap, where am I, even? I wasn't dreaming at all!”

The last detective story you consumed featured cool characters doing nothing but charismatic fact-finding shenanigans. You tried to do so yourself.

The first lead comes: Pierre, your workmate and a side character from Attack on Titan, berates you for not informing them of your absence for the past two days. So much for being newly hired. He was utterly exhausted. The only time you remembered who he is was when he spurred on his dreams of being a well-known unbiased journalist; because of your negligence, he might've died from overworking before achieving it.

"I'm sorry, Pierre, but see—" you mumbled nervously, "I don't remember anything about myself until now."

The light of his glasses pierced as he glared, "Did you crack your head?"

"I brought an ice cream here three days ago without realizing I actually work here. I thought I was in a lucid dream. I slouched in bed the whole time." He doesn't look like believing you, not at all, so you added, "Didn't you notice anything different with me right now? The way I talk? The way I act? I'm sure there must be some kind of distinction! This isn't my body at all!"

"Oh, poor you," Pierre shook his head in defeat and looked at you in pity. "You grabbed Zeke's offer, didn't you?"

"Zeke? The beast who threw stones…?"

"Oh god," Pierre covered his mouth in disappointment, "I told you, don't take the stones he's selling! He'll ruin your life!"

"What stones!" you exclaimed as you finally realized who Zeke was. "I sympathized with his backstory but the stones are my limits!"

How dare he sell the bloody stones he used to pulverize my favorite character?

"Hey," an old man sternly muttered from your back.

"Mr. Roy," Pierre nervously remarked.

Here comes the second lead: Roy, the chief journalist who heads the Berg's Newspaper during the Scouting Regiment's coup d'état. Judging from Pierre’s reaction, he seems to be the owner of the convenience store.

"She took Zeke's stones? Seriously?" asked Roy as he gave you a look of disdain.

"I would never dare," you muttered in aghast, "I couldn't even bring myself to watch that episode again."

"He got arrested the previous day, hadn't he?" the old man ignored you; Pierre defeatedly nodded at the inquiry.

"I need help, Mister," you pleaded with Roy. "Can you tell me something about myself before I took unannounced leave?"

"Hah, I know exactly who could tell you that."

"Great," you beamed. At last, someone understood.

Or so you thought, because a few moments later you were at the police station.

Nile, the young chief-of-police, angrily tossed you the urine cup you must use so they could test if you really were on Zeke's stones. "People these days think they can do all they want because they're young," he muttered to himself.

Heck, you couldn't even consider Nile as a lead. He was too angry to even acknowledge your repeated statements—that you'd never accept Zeke's stones and you actually have a lifelong grudge against it.

"He ruined hundreds of soldiers with those stones. You don't understand. I can never come to terms with that. That's why there's no way I could ever take his offer."

"Yeah? He really did ruin hundreds of lives," he snarked, "Now they can never achieve their dreams."

"Do you know it as well? Poor Erwin, he was such a great man."

"Erwin?" Nile curled his eyebrows at you.

"Do you really remember?" Finally, someone who might know they're inside a series.

"You know Erwin?"

"Yeah! If not for him, then the Scouts—"

"Bloody fucking hell, that bastard!" He didn't even let you finish. He stormed back into his office immediately.

Not long after, the third lead finally arrived: Erwin Smith who was a bit flabbergasted that he got summoned to the police station out of the blue.

"You're the head volunteer of the community disciplinary committee this month, boasting about the decreased cases of felony, and yet you let your young friend in this situation?"

"I never boasted about that," Erwin clarified, "but who is this girl?"

"Stop pretending. She knows you damn well. She said you were one of those whose lives were ruined due to Zeke's stones. If what she's saying is true, then I'll have to put you under detention as well."

"I never even talked to that man," the blonde curled his eyebrows but his attention shifted upon remembering something, "Ah, this girl. She's a college student and the teacher assistant of my senior. What are you doing here?"

Am I?

He looked a bit disappointed.

And you're in the burst of exploding.

No, you're actually erupting now.

"I apologize for not making myself clear, but I woke up here three days ago thinking that everyone here is a cast of some dystopian fiction about titans, walls, and soldiers. I was befuddled at the stones because I thought it was the literal thing Zeke had used in pulverizing the dear Commander on his suicide charge." you angrily grabbed the urine cup, "I might be losing screws in my head right now but I have never taken drugs. At least as far as I know with this body." then finally walked away.

However, Erwin halted you by asking, "Commander? Who?" He looked a bit shocked by that.

"You, Commander. It was you." you sighed in defeat, "You won't believe it as well, would you? Stop asking me if that’s the case."

Much to Nile's surprise, the test really came back negative. After asking questions concerning your mental well-being, he finally let you go home. You thought you'd call it a day, perhaps cry in bed as you ponder how lost you are at the moment. As soon as you stepped outside the precinct, however, Erwin was sitting on the bench, arms crossed and looking at you flatly.

"I'm sorry for the inconvenience Nile has brought you. I don't know how to compensate for that."

"You do have something to compensate for, actually." he stood up and walked towards you, "Tell me everything you know about the Commander. Everything you've seen three days ago."

"No one would believe me. And see, I narrated the whole story to Mr. Nile with tears and yet," you flashed him a pamphlet, "he offered me nothing but affordable professional services for my mental health. If you're about to say the same, then—"

You were cut off when he grabbed the pamphlet a bit harshly, crumpled it up then threw it on the nearest bin, all without breaking eye contact. He repeated the order, now with a grimmer demeanor, "Tell me about the Commander, the titans, and walls—everything you've seen three days ago."

Your face changed.

Here he was, your main lead.

i made this months ago when i drifted away to la la land, waiting at the emergency vet because my cat almost died. thanks to this daydreaming, i was able to go home unscathed in the mind. sharing the dream. not proofread though.

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